You are everything to me.
Like the birds and the Bees
To me, your all there is, and all there ever was.
Within your faults; temper touched and mistaken beauty.
I'm holding you delicately -
I mustn't break what we have.
Every morning I rise
and lying next to me is the thought of you,
every night I see you,
flickering beneath my eyes.
You are the day, the night,
the life and the death.
You are my graceful want,
and my unknowing inspiration.
You are stunning.
Beyond feeling, beyond expression, beyond the lights love and the darks.
I am fortunate to hurt over you.
